April 3, 2019 - the prompt for today was to write an animal poem
Running Wild
Dogs run wild here,
casting aside ten thousand years
of domesticated design for
the comfort and companionship
found amidst another species—us.
Instead, they prefer to pretend
they are wolves once more,
running in packs
through the Boreal forest
and across the school playground.
They are misguided in their quest
for wildness, misreading our
intentions toward them. We,
who first enticed them by our fires
to lay beside us at night,
cannot have our children mauled
by creatures who no longer
serve our purpose.
Signs are posted at the band office:
Dog shoot Saturday.
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